by Robin | Apr 18, 2011 | Nature, Photos, Plants & flowers, Poetry
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy. ~ Emily Dickinson Upon lofty Lookout Mountain, delight and inspiration arrived unexpected, packaged in Springtime ritual. Assuming a better vantage...
by Robin | Mar 7, 2009 | Family, Kids, Mom stuff, Personal, Poetry
“These are the good ol’ days,” I thought As sun invited a late winter’s walk. A soccer ball in his hand, a leash in mine, He slipped his free arm around my waist to emphasize sweet declaration: “It doesn’t get much better...